Anyway, on to other matters. To wit, camping.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

I'm worrying about carrying my wine up a fúcking mountain to reach my desired spot. Maybe I can hire a local. A sort of Cumbrian sherpa.

Perhaps he could carry your tent too. And while he's there he may as well erect it for you. And then he could whip his cock out and give your arse'ole a good stretching you big soft handed Jesse you are.